It’s crazy how far a baby can push you. Even though I feel like he’s taken every once of energy, patience and mental stability I’ve got left, I can’t just stop, say that’s enough and walk away. I got annoyed at him tonight 😓 ( I hate myself for it) because he just wouldn’t lie down and the endless crying because he’s tired. Bringing him into bed with me made no difference whatsoever. The screaming and crying. The kicking and protesting feels like it lasts forever.
All of this and on very little sleep in the first place. I’ve spent so much time and money trying to help him sleep better. “Professionals” seem to have given up on us. Blaming me for his inability to sleep for longer than 2 hours at a time (that’s an incredibly good night if he manages that) The sleep programs only work for a while. They don’t take into account teething, illness and separation anxiety, all of which Rory suffers from 10 times worse then other babies (at least that’s what it feels like)
I’m lay here as quietly as I can be, head pounding, eyes stinging, body so exhausted I can’t even be bothered to get up and go for a wee.
But he’s asleep. I don’t know how long for and all I want to do is sleep but my mind is restless worrying about what happens when he wakes again, thinking about how long I’ve slept already tonight, how I’ve been told so many times “it gets better” and it’s not, IT’S JUST NOT! Thinking how am I going to cope for however long these awful, long, lonely, stressful, tiring nights are going to last.
It seems like I’m the only one who has had to deal with this and I know I’m not but in the dark of the night when everyone else is asleep and quiet I’m here awake trying to calm a baby who hates being calm.
I love him so much I can’t put it into words but my goodness a baby can push you. 😢